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Dublin City As I went out through Dublin City At the hour of twelve o'clock at night Who should I see but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candle light First she washed them and then she dried them Over a fire of ambry coals In all my life I never did see A maid so sweet about the soles Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy Whack fol the toor a loor a lay Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy Whack fol the toor a loor a lay I stopped to look but the watchman passed Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late Along with you home or I will wrestle you Straight away through the Bridewell gate" I threw a look to the Spanish lady Hot as the fire of ambry coals In all my life I never did see A maid so sweet about the soles As I walked back through Dublin City As the dawn of day was o'er Who should I see but the Spanish lady When I was weary and footsore She had a heart so filled with loving And her love she longed to share In all my life I never did see A maid who had so much to spare Now she's no mot for a puddle swaddy With her ivory comb and her mantle so fine But she'd make a wife for the Provost Marshall Drunk on brandy and claret wine I got a look from the Spanish lady Hot as a fire of ambry coals In all my life I never did meet A maid so sweet about the soles I've wandered north and I've wandered south By Stoney Batter and Patrick's Close Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond And back by Napper Tandy's house Old age has laid her hands upon me Cold as a fire of ashy coals But where is the lonely Spanish lady Neat and sweet about the soles? As I was leaving Dublin City On that morning sad of heart Lonely was I for the Spanish lady Now that forever we must part But still I always will remember All the hours we did enjoy But then she left me sad at parting Gone forever was my joy see also Wheel of Fortune or Dublin City Printed in Songs of Dublin by Frank Harte SOF
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